Just like Mom’s flashed through her mind absurdly. The axe had a dual-coloured blade – a bright graphite edge and a black top mounted to the grip. It looked like the cleaver her mom always used to employ in the kitchen when dealing with meat or something frozen. Not very big, though much too hefty for the weak person now clutching it with both hands.
Especially for swinging the thing down on Feli, something this person was not remotely capable of in her position. Maybe for throwing it. The woman in the wheelchair had no other choice if she really wanted to wound Feli.
That was exactly what she seemed to have in mind. Her face looked rapt and practically glowing with anger as she swung back to throw.
Feli heard the woman scream ‘INTRUDER!’ as the axe left her hands. She thought she felt a slight draft before the whirring metal was able to penetrate her skull, split it open and find her brain. She screamed expecting pain and death though not as loudly as the old woman was howling – not from anger now but fear.
Just like Feli.
The woman in the wheelchair, who didn’t look so old and angry anymore as much as ill, whipped her head around and glanced up with the whites of her eyes right into the face of the man who’d just wrested the weapon from her.
‘HELP!’ she screamed, and Feli slapped a hand over her mouth.
Immensely relieved and glad that she’d left the door open.
Through which Livio had obviously followed her.